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Within the Fire

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The first "occurrence" happened on the first day of the transfer. My new firefighting team consisted of four people including me and Charles from the New York district. The other two firefighters Zach and Angela were both from Jacksonville but new to firefighting. We had only met each other for maybe half an hour when the alarm sounded, and a voice sounded over the intercoms, "Company 17 - Truck 66, Truck 62! Reported kitchen fire and civilians trapped at 283rd Forest Ave!"

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The Belladonna

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A lonely garden sat underneath a pale, wintry sky. Flowers of every kind rested mournfully in their hearths, their small, decadent blossoms falling away from their once beautiful frames. Bright, crimson thorns caressed their feeble stems, and tiny dew droplets gracelessly cascaded from their leaves.

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Like A TV With Curtains

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Clouds of grey ash are puckered lips that don’t so much blow as they do suck at the bushy clusters of trees that border the freeway.  Those lips look like they’re ready to spit.  Beyond the slabs of cement walls and a vast nexus of whirring electronic equipment that hums and buzzes in each hospital room, Mobey can feel the energy percolating outside. 

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Sunset

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The dying sun sinks down over the horizon

illuminating the sky in a myriad crepuscular shades

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A Real Girl

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Forgive me if I don’t seem exactly charming today, but it’s the worst day of my life. What’s wrong? I just had my heart torn out and dashed to the pavement. That’s what’s wrong.

I never had anyone for myself, anyone who really cared about me, until I met Gwen. She was the kind of girl that everyone dreams about. For the past two months we met every evening online at 6:00 and just talked for hours. We never ran out of things to say to each other. We had so much in common. I knew almost from the beginning that we were soul mates.

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What The Dead Want To Know

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Richmond Thomas was an erudite man. He had the fortune of being born into a wealthy family that expected and encouraged an intellectually curious and worldly outlook from their children. Richmond attended an Ivy League University. Everyday of his seventy years on Earth was welcomed as a new opportunity to experience, learn and understand.

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Seven Minutes Early

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“Thanks for giving me a ride home. Why are you here so early?” Mark asked as he stepped inside the car shaking the water out of his hair and tossing his rain jacket in the back.

“Sorry my car is seven minutes fast, so I’m always a little early,” John responded cheerfully while pulling away from the curb.

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Have I Died?

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Sonoda Gin gathers fruit at her local grocery store just off the east coast of Japan. She hums a soft tune to herself as she adds several plump peaches and a few crimson cherries to her basket. After paying the cashier, she leaves the store with a huge smile on her face. Her bag of fruit swings above cobble stoned streets as she makes her way through the city.

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Pen Pal

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Dear Amy,

I feel like I can confide in you, I hope I’m not overstepping my grounds. You’ve been a good friend to me these last few months despite our never meeting face to face, although I hope to have the opportunity soon. I found this letter a difficult one to pen with us being only silent voices to one and other – where does the line get drawn in such a relationship?

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Timing Isn't Everything

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Larry Schmidt, assistant to Ernest Haptig PhD, was contemplating the biggest risk of his life.  It might cost him his life, but he felt he owed Haptig at least that much.  It was Haptig who brought him into a prestigious national laboratory.  Haptig took him on as his assistant, despite the serious shortcomings in Schmidt’s education in the science they were exploring.

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